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            “Hello, this is the Vermillion residence. We aren’t at home right now, please leave a message.”

            “Cocksuckinmotherfuckinpieces OF SHIT! I should have hung up before I said that, sorry. If you’d just answer your fucking phone! Where the fuck are you?!” James punched the end call button on his phone as he ran down the sidewalk, desperately trying to get away from the suits behind him. He had seen these assholes get Chimmy and Gin, and he’d be damned if they got him.  If only there weren’t so many people out walking today!  Why the hell are there so many people downtown on a Wednesday afternoon?! He thought to himself as he ran and pushed past people, knocking a few off-kilter and getting yelled at.  Frantically, James looked at his phone and dialed a different number, hoping for an answer.

            “Come on come on come on come on PICK UP!” He told the dial tone, panting as he continued his sprint through town.

            “Hey! What’s up?”

            “Jesus Christ, tell Jerry they’re after m-“

            “Ha! Gotcha! Sorry I missed your call, this is a recording. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I find my phone again. It’s probably in the couch or something.” –Beep-

            “Fuck you, you son of a bitch! The plan went sideways, where are you? Answer your fucking phone!” James screamed, again, and ended the call with a vengeance.

            Out of a building Jerry thought had been closed for years, three of those bastards with the shades and suits seemed to appear in front of him.  They tackled him, and drug him kicking and screaming to an alleyway close by.  As is the custom, no passers-by noticed, or seemed to care.  James was tossed violently against a wall, and one of the suits pulled a small pistol from some interior pocket of his horrendously normal sport jacket.  As the guy pointed it at James, the murderously inconspicuous ass hat asked him, “So, where are your friends, now?” What an odd accent.

            James spat on the ground, and said “What friends?” right before his head grew a brand new tunnel from forehead to the bald-spot that had been on his head since 10^th grade.